Down Hell's Path

Hide from laughter soak in pain cloak in darkness conceal the stain
Resigned to anguish pungent grief snatches the soul like a thief

Broken now I beg of thee cut free this woeful wretch. So much now lost to your foul gain
So little left of self. The first time I bore your wrath dismemberment did glean
The second you ran me through yet still I did not bleed. The next time, there was no heart
Yet still you'd claim your toll - Gleefully, you crippled me and then tore out my soul

Steal the rapture, kill the joy, and relish the brief light the night destroys
Drink of this bitter cup of wrath, scurry frenzied down Hell's path

Broken now I beg of thee genuflect on bleeding knees, cleanse me of iniquity
Cut me just to see me bleed! Corrupted, this worthless being, Tainted so beneath disdain